My medical condition has a name, his violent activity targets my frame.
he shows no mercy as he oppresses my belief so i can consider my accuser,
his seed is defiled and his substance is my abuser.
I wait for my diagnosis from the tribe of death,
but I battle the thought to submit my last breath.
I check myself in the sanctuary of war,
Where the good shepard is filling me up to endure
the treatment to kill the cells that sells my body to the keeper of hell,
I will prevail!
Cancer is his name but Christ I proclaim
and chemo therapy will bring him to shame
my name is Chemo girl.